Kelly Miller

"If we have to choose,'' Jimmy hovers his hand over the two deflated skins, ''I'll take this, thank you very much.''

''Dude,'' you complain when you see his hand snatches a deflated skin. You are barely given a few seconds to register the choice in your mind, but now it seems that you're stuck with a cheerleader with short platinum blonde hair covering her crumpled face.

''I'll go outside, and when I come back, I better see Kelly and Meghan instead of you two losers,'' Leah shoots you and Jimmy a look, ''Dressed''

The door slams behind her.

***

''Can you believe her?'', Jimmy says in a hushed tone in-between putting his legs inside Meghan's deflated ones, ''I know I've said this before, but, what a bitch.'' The skin seems to expand a little to accommodate before magically shrinking to what must be the her usual size, ''Whoa, I kind of miss this shit. How do you think they do it?'' Jimmy says in awe, more to himself than to you.

Instead of answering Jimmy, you take a look at the skin you're left with and sigh.

''Better get on with it dude, boss lady's waiting.'' Jimmy quips. He's already halfway through his transformation, with his pale torso sits awkwardly atop an olive coloured waist with a wide hip.

''I know,'' you grumble. In a swift motion, the inside of Kelly's deflated legs has already wrapped itself around your legs. You know what to expect by now, having experienced the unreal sensation previously. So you don't dawdle around and in insert the your arms into the holes where they should be going and pull Kelly's face over yours to complete the transformation.

***

It isn't just the set of weights that's now attached to your chest that disorients you, but also that you feel a few inches closer to the ground than you normally would.

Kelly Miller isn't a petite girl, but neither is she tall by any measure. In fact, now that you have measured yourself against Jimmy's bookshelf, she's barely taller than Claire.

You glance downwards and immediately, your field of view is obscured by the set of weights that you've desperately try to keep your mind away from.

_Holy hell...! _your mind screams when you push the mounds together using the sides of upper arms. An impressive cleavage forms between your boobies. There's no way to see your feet at all.

''Whoa,'' a female voice tears you away forcefully from your thoughts,

"Guess what they say is true, the bigger the mountains the better the view.'' That's Meghan and she sports an awfully out-of-place goofy smirk that only Jimmy can muster.

''That's not what it- ,'' you stop yourself, realising that the voice emanating from your throat is of a higher pitch. But that's not the only thing that makes you stop mid-sentence. Although Jimmy's stupid grin is plastered all over Meghan's face, it doesn't stop you from ogling her in all her naked glory from the neck down, ''- meant,'' you finally get to finish your sentence, just as Meghan sashays towards you.

''You guys better be ready!'', Leah's voice comes from the other side of the door, ''Or else.''

''Fucking hell,'' the words sound off coming from Meghan's mouth. ''I suppose we better get dressed then, before the bitch comes in.''

''I heard that!,'' Leah's voice booms.

''Good!,'' Jimmy shouts back, but he complies, going over to take Meghan's clothes.

You sigh a relief and collect Kelly's.

***

''What now?'', Meghan folds her arms and look at Leah.

''Now, is this,'' Leah whips out the brown pen from her purse and zaps Meghan squarely on her chest.

''Whoa,'' Meghan reels back. She blinks twice before a smirk comes to her face, ''Oh, I see. Very smart.''

''What do you mean?, '' just as the words escape you lips, memories flood into your mind.

***

''Laters!''

''Don't forget!, Leah exclaims just before you exit the car.

You take your time before entering Kelly's house. You saunter through the living room, the room feels both alien and familiar to you at the same time.

Taking it a bit further, you walk to the kitchen and rummage around the refrigerator for some orange juice.

''Mooom,'' a voice cuts through the whole house as your lips are about to touch the bottle. You look around to see the source of the voice. Ugh. That's Kelly's reaction when you see Sarah Miller, Kelly's 10 year old kid sister standing by the doorway between the living room and the kitchen.

''What is it sweetheart?'', a woman in her mid-forties comes to her, which your mind tell you is Kelly's mother. Samantha.

''Kelly's drinking straight from the bottle,'' she tattles.

''Kelly,'' the mother gives you a look of disapproval.

''Ugh, fine,'' you relent, and see Sarah sticks her tongue out playfully. You take your time drinking the orange juice, whilst having some small talk with your family members. Before, you are having a hard time differentiating your thoughts from the thoughts of the girl you're wearing. Now as you engage Samantha and Sarah to some idle talk about school, you remark in your mind of how smoothly you are able to carry out the conversation.

You excuse yourself though, there's something else that you want to do upstairs. In your room...

***

A shudder courses through your body, but you persist, tweaking your already hard nipple. Looking at your own disheveled reflection in the mirror, it's clear that you've started to get yourself in a fine state. You exhale slowly, as if trying to channel the reverberation within yourself outside.

You let your boobs rest on the palm of your hands, before giving them an appreciative squeeze. It turns into a full on fondle as you attempt to cover every inch of your supple mounds with your curious fingers.

Should be ready about now~

You grind your crotch and bust on the bed, working yourself good. You whimper and will yourself on as you tease the outside of your cunny with one hand, whilst making a neat work of your bosom with the other as the pressure and intensity continue building from deep within you.

Then you plunge your fingers inside~

You gasp and beg for mercy from yourself as your fingers move around. Seemingly having a mind of their own, hitting the desired places, amplifying those reverberations. And you keep going.

Then the explosion happens.

You gasp for air as waves of immense ecstasy wreck your entire fiber of being. It leaves you weak, with tears forming around the corner of your eyes. After catching your breath, you let yourself relax in the afterglow, feeling content and sated.

***

The chimes from Kelly's phone wakes you up. Meghan's requesting a video call. What's Meghan - then you remember that Meghan's currently being worn by Jimmy.

Oh, fuck... you jerk and look at the clock. Relief washes over you when you realise you still have some time to prepare for the party. Instead, you quickly wrap a bathrobe around your body and accept the call.

''Hey,'' Meghan waves at you on the screen.

''Hey,'' you say weakly.

''Look what I can do,'' the screen zooms out a bit. Before you see Meghan again, but this time, she's in a perfect split position.

It would've impressed you, but then again, Kelly has seen a split executed perfectly many times, '' I'm hanging up, I need to prepare.'' you say.